Written in the dark

The House of Life,
insinuate,
incarnadine.

An avarice
of sleep. Of bright
regard.

Had tender eyes,
the demoiselle
of dusk.

Rehearsing love,
the beads of avenir.

We seek, forsooth.
Lost solace,
stripped of crimp.

Tribute obsidian, mark you,
this be wise.

Supremacy,
minuit,
the single star:

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